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Aberdeen MAG's 14th Stri Son Saorsa, (Gaelic for Stirring the Sausage, but let's not go into that right now) . Having teamed up with 'el foogmeister', who is currently campaigning to reclaim his right seat as king of Spain (according to his hotmail address at least) and who had forgotten his sleeping bag we set off. I'm not sure the Spanish would have much confidence in a King who forgot his sleeping bag, but then again the Spanish monarchy never did have much of a memory. The novelty of standard FJ/Fairing with attached IKEA wardrobes still hasn't worn off, I have however, figured out how make the most of the 84 litres of capacity that I now have. Used to travelling light I figured I'd have about 80 litres spare, so I advertised the space on eBay and got the job of transporting a small herd of Latvian wildebeest to Glenshee as a new visitor attraction. |
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I was looking forward to setting eyes on Mr Nodge's newlay painted 'Florence', good name for a Harley mate, I thought Ermintrude would have done quite well too. Florence had just had a complete hollywood make over courtesy of the highly talented, if slightly hairy, hands of the Ratmeister aka Bob Falconer , the results of which are here somewhere, I spilled some fat out ma chip poke onto the page so the photos they may have slipped over onto page two, oh well the anticipation will make the results even better, especially since you'll have to wade through all the shite I write before the bottom of the page arrives. |
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My war cry this weekend was "I WILL NOT be broken", following last years complete loss of a day/mind/sobriety/lunch it seemed that, in order to prove a point, several people were proferring large and regular quantities of Turbo Vimto (£3 a pint at the bar) or dubious Czech rum from a bent hipflask, which apparently used as a rubbing agent would cure my gout. With a few deft movements, some mis-direction and slight of hand I did manage to avoid the highly dangerous F3 topbox bar, oh how I laughed when the previously faithful topbox bar turned on it's own and rendered several of the F3 completely helpless for most of Saturday. |
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 Being a gentleman Foogy tried his best not make Jessie self concious about her height. |
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On Friday night we were entertained by 'Speed Trap' who rattled out hours of up-beat floor fillers, I think, It had got a bit blurry now that Monsieur Jaques was in the midst of a visitation. So everything else from now on will be complete fiction. Seth bought everyone a pint.................. see what I mean, nah only kidding mate :-) |
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 Aye John, it's some scale and a missing filling on your lower left 2nd Bicuspid, but look I'm a bit busy just now, can you come round to the surgery on Monday morning |
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This was the first rally of the year where the Herr Uberfuhrer Jack Muckonnel's smoking ban was enforced. Quite a few of us who run rallies were looking to learn from the experience at this rally. The result was that, following a scientific and statistically relevant late Friday night count of folk outside the hall, which went in eskimo count style , "one, choo, free , many, aw fuck it, where's the bar", the general opinion was that, as it wasn't raining or too cold it was ok, it it were pissin' it down I'm not sure that the response would have been quite so neutral. |
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 This weekend's 'Marty Broon' quality canvas habitation award. Not that Rab spent much time in it. |
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